The ultimate teasing of a fishing beauty

Put a piece of your own clothing with him, and he will always think of his own when he sees it.

However... Xia Yang glanced at Fu Xiuyan, who was looking away, and looked him over carefully. Then he frowned and looked away before Fu Xiuyan noticed his gaze.

This person seemed very determined to get his clothes back. His plan was thwarted...

Fu Xiuyan was still thinking about how to ask Xia Yang out for dinner. The restaurant had already been booked before he arrived.

But before he could come up with a name, Xia Yang had already started to order him to leave.

"Mr. Fu, if you have nothing else to say, please go back. I still have things to do." Xia Yang's tone was flat, with no ups and downs.

Of course Fu Xiuyan still had things to do, and the main purpose of his coming here today had not been achieved.

But when he turned around, he saw Xia Yang frowning slightly, as if he was in a bad mood.

He didn't understand how someone who was fine just now could change in the blink of an eye. But he could clearly feel the aura of resistance emanating from Xia Yang's body.

Now wasn't a good time to ask anyone out. Given their current relationship, it wasn't convenient to ask.

Fu Xiuyan sighed and stood up: "Okay."

Xia Yang returned to the third floor and stood barefoot in front of the French window, watching Fu Xiuyan leave through the door.

The uneasiness in my heart grew more and more gloomy, like a sign before a storm.

Just before Fu Xiuyan disappeared from his sight, he suddenly turned around and looked fixedly in the direction where Xia Yang was standing.

Xia Yang's heart tightened. He didn't know how Fu Xiuyan knew where he was. Maybe he just happened to be looking in this direction?

The next second, Fu Xiuyan curled the corners of his mouth, raised his right hand to his ear, and made a phone call gesture.

This is a reminder to contact him tomorrow.

A breeze squeezed in through the window, carrying the fresh air from outside and blowing away the haze in the room.

With the scent of Xia Yang's perfume on her body, she ran around the room happily.

"This guy is so annoying..." Xia Yang turned away from the window and sat back in front of the computer.

When the black computer screen reflected his face, he realized that he was smiling, and even the curve of his mouth was exactly the same as the one he had just seen on Fu Xiuyan.

Xia Yang stared at his own face on the monitor for a while. He turned on his computer, minimized the music composition software, opened the shopping platform, and searched for the price of the perfume Fu Xiuyan had given him.

Because my mother said that the amount of money a man is willing to spend on you is proportional to how much he cares about you.

He also agreed with this.

Xia Yang had never come across perfume before. When she saw the price, she was surprised. It was quite expensive. Would anyone buy something this expensive?

Xia Yang's concerns proved unnecessary. He'd looked at several perfumes, all of which were pre-sale. The actual stock had already sold out. The comment section was completely filled with Fu Xiuyan's fans. Some were crying tears of joy over getting the same perfume as their idol, while others, still waiting for the pre-sale because they couldn't get their hands on it, were jumping up and down in the comments, wailing.

It was so wonderful.

However, the price of each series of perfume varies significantly. Xia Yang took out her own bottle to compare. But after looking at it over and over again, the entire bottle only had the brand name, no other logos.

Even the bottle itself is a little different from the rest of the collection in the store. It looks...more expensive than the others.

Because the bottle in his hand had a purple diamond the size of a thumb embedded in the cap.

Maybe it's a new model that hasn't been released yet.

Xia Yang understood. At least it was more expensive than the ones he had seen this time. He was quite satisfied.

I sprayed it a few times in the room, closed my eyes and sniffed it carefully for a while. Suddenly, an inspiration struck me, and I got back to work.

Fu Xiuyan returned to his new home. Xu Che was packing up, though there wasn't much to pack. Everything here was from brands Fu Xiuyan was used to, and he'd bought a new set, which had been delivered directly from the store and placed in their proper places under Xu Che's instructions. He was sorting through some documents.

After Fu Xiuyan sat down, he called Xu Che over and asked him, "Register a WeChat account for me."

Xu Che opened his mouth to say something, but chose to remain silent. He took Fu Xiuyan's phone and silently registered a WeChat account for him.

Registering an account is quick.

Xu Che returned the phone to Fu Xiuyan. Then he opened his WeChat: "Mr. Fu, let me scan you."

Fu Xiuyan's gaze shifted from his phone to Xu Che's face, looking at him in confusion.

For the first time in his life, Xu Che understood his boss's emotions. His face was filled with questions.

Xu Che felt that he had made a lot of progress. He straightened his back and explained carefully: "Mr. Fu, open this, scan my WeChat code, and add me. We will be friends."

Fu Xiuyan frowned: "Why should I add you as a friend?"

“It’s convenient for communication.”

"No need. There was no inconvenience in communicating before." Fu Xiuyan said nonchalantly and shifted his attention to his phone.

Yes, for official business, Fu Xiuyan only uses the company's office software to communicate. Or he calls directly, and never uses WeChat.

Today suddenly...

"How do I add someone else's WeChat account?" Fu Xiuyan interrupted Xu Che's thoughts.

Before Xu Che could answer, Fu Xiuyan continued, "Forget it. I won't ask you."

Then Fu Xiuyan sent a message to a mobile phone number. He did not avoid Xu Che, and Xu Che naturally took it all in.

[Fu Xiuyan: This is my WeChat ID: ******. Would you like to add me?]

The recipient is: Xia Xia.

Xu Che was speechless: "Mr. Fu, you know your WeChat ID is your phone number. Why don't you just try adding the other person's phone number?"

Fu Xiuyan looked at him like an idiot.

Soon I received Xia Yang's friend request.

Fu Xiuyan looked at Xia Yang’s profile picture. This was his first friend on WeChat.

Coincidentally, his WeChat nickname is also Xia Xia.

[Xia Xia: What did Mr. Fu do to my phone?]

【Fu Xiuyan:? 】

[Xia Xia: Why is Mr. Fu's phone number on my phone number labeled: Xia Xia's Mr. Fu?]

[Fu Xiuyan: Xia Xia, why do you think that is?]

"Ha! Old man!" Xia Yang sneered.

[Xia Xia: Mr. Fu, don’t you add other people on WeChat?]

【Fu Xiuyan: Yes.】

【Fu Xiuyan: No.】

Xia Xia: That's right. Given Mr. Fu's status, everyone rushes to curry favor with him, so naturally no one bothers him enough. Just ask him to add someone else.

Xia Yang types really fast.

This was Fu Xiuyan’s first thought after receiving this message.

Pretending not to understand Xia Yang's sarcasm, Fu Xiuyan responded frankly.

Fu Xiuyan: I just registered my account. I've never used WeChat before. I find it inconvenient, so I usually contact people directly by phone.

[Fu Xiuyan: It's not that I didn't add you, it's really because I don't know how.]

Looking at these two messages, and thinking back to his reaction when he tried to add Fu Xiuyan on WeChat that afternoon, Xia Yang instantly understood. This person had registered an account just because of him.

Xia Yang was giggling alone in the room. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the bottle of perfume next to the computer.

Typing rapidly.

[Xia Xia: My WeChat name wasn't Xia Xia before.]